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Updated: May 3, 2025
He is ready to buy the king, who now weeps bitterly, and holding the feet of the sage, entreats him thus: "Oh lord Kausika! Do me a favour I pray you. Do not sell me to a Chandal. Do you rather buy me. I shall be your slave for ever." On this, the sage flies into a rage and exclaims: "Oh villain! Do not trifle with me. You have all this time been pretending that you want buyers.
Be patient. By my blessing, your son Rohitashya will instantly regain life". Rohitashya now starts up. Then the king perceives, in clear vision acquired by the blessings of Virtue, that lord Kausika, in order to try his virtue, deprived him of his kingdom and placed the government in the hands of his own minister. The Chandal, who is his master, is not a real character but virtue incarnate.
The Chandal felt certain that a murder was intended, but he could not resist the fifty rupees, and consented to sell the poison. Hira fetched the money from her house and gave it to him. The Chandal twisted up a pungent life-destroying poison in paper, and gave it to her. In departing, Hira said, "Mind you betray this to no one, else we shall both suffer."
The king replies, "O God! if this does not satisfy you, I pray you wait a little. If a Chandal is available, I will sell my person to him and pay your fee." The sage remarks: "Then I will stand here and wait. Collect the money without delay." The king then hawks himself about, "Will any one buy me with half a lakh of gold coins, and deliver me from an ocean of sorrows."
The king starts away from her and forbids her saying, "Oh my queen! do not touch me, I am the slave of a Chandal. Be patient." She faints again. The king cannot touch her as he is in the garb of a Chandal. After a while, the queen recovers, and the king addresses her thus: "Oh my lady! Abandon lamentations. It is useless to lament. All this is the result of work in previous lives.
The king replies, "Many thanks for your kind offer. But how can I accept your offer as this body belongs to a Chandal? I will not go anywhere before death." The hermit says, "Then take this money and deliver your wife." The king thankfully declines the offer with the observation, "I have sold my queen in my hour of need. To buy her back is not in my power." The hermit soliloquizes,
The king replies, "If I can ever help you without detriment to the business of my lord, I am ready to do it." The hermit retires, and after a short time he returns; and says, "By your help I am now versed in all mantras. I am prepared to give you such a mantra as by its virtue you will be able at once to repair to Heaven. You need not suffer hell by slavery to a Chandal."
As soon as a buyer appears in the field, you feel ashamed to be sold to a Chandal! I cannot brook any more delay. I take up water to destroy you." The king begs his pardon, sells himself to the Chandal and pays down the fee to the sage, who then retires. The king now puts on the dress of a Chandal and is appointed with two others to collect rags in a burning-ground. Hideous is the burning-ground.
He sees the vision of hell, falls down on the ground like a plantain tree blown by a tempest, and faints. Virtue preserves him who practises virtue. Virtue assumes the form of a Chandal and accompanied by an attendant, makes his appearance, with a half-burnt bamboo on his shoulders and a chain of skeletons round his neck.
The Chandal answered, "I do not even know you, mother." Thus freed from fear, Hira went home. When there she held the poison in her hand, weeping bitterly; then, wiping her eyes, she said "What fault have I committed that I should die? Why should I die without killing him who has struck me? I will not take this poison.
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